47 Days Book Novels & Stories

“You need time. Let your body recover.” “No, you don’t understand. I don’t have time,” she rushed, her voice trembling as she blinked rapidly, eyes fixed on Nathan in desperation. “I can’t let my brothers win. They will ruin my father’s legacy. You have to tell him to find a way for me to walk.” Nathan gave a short nod and turned to the doctor. “What can you do?” “If she still had her wolf, she would already be on her feet,” the doctor replied calmly. “But even a miracle worker can’t heal legs in seconds. The fastest I can manage… is two days.”

Rose bragged tapping my shoulders firmly. "But I wasn't going to lecture you, I know you will do everything to make yourself proud, not even for your mom but for yourself" I added. Rose smiled as she lowered her eyes, swallowing hard, "We have seventy days left" she whispered. "Hmmmm, days are running so fast, tell me is there anything you want from me?" I asked, searching her eyes. "Anything?" Rose asked, biting her lips. "Anything at all, your wish is my command, you know that right?" I added, tucking her hair behind her ears.

For seven years, I had been changing myself for him, only for everything to end up being my fault. Not long after, Harry updated his social media with a photo of himself and Emily. In the picture, they were embracing and kissing, looking like a loving couple married for seven years. Honestly, I found it somewhat amusing when I saw that post. Harry sent me warm, caring messages in the morning, but he was out with his beloved first love in the evening. He wanted to be a gentle, devoted husband while still being attached to his charming and beautiful first love. Catering to the emotional needs of two women in one day must be quite exhausting.

Eli had been really busy these days, he was always leaving their chambers first thing in the morning and coming back when she was already asleep. He had been that busy and she had been way too busy to realize that until now, when his presence in the room felt like something she was suddenly not used to any longer. She missed him, but she was busy and time was ticking by fast for what she had to do. They were already well into the middle of the seventh, in a couple of days, the seventh month would come to an end. They were getting closer and closer to the Blood Moon. Running out of time. Her hands clapped the Black Book she had open on the drawing table, shut as he turned the key in the lock.

The book is a mini short novel with just 70 chapters but yeah, it was worth reading. [ Curious about the book Stella read? , Check out my book Titled, A CRUSH on Good novel, it has only seven chapters currently so..., * Wink * ] As I finished reading, I didn't feel bored again, I now felt better. Soon, A song titled only love By Jordan Smith Started playing. How many more are we gonna take? How many nights do we have to lie awake? How many tears are we gonna cry? We can wish until the well runs dry?

He frowned. “You’re negotiating the wrong direction.” “I know.” “Four.” “Seven.” “Three.” “Seven.” “Fine. Seven.” I smiled. “Good boy.” His eyes darkened. Everyone went silent. Chase groaned. Damion looked confused. Lydia started laughing. Nicholas stared at me. “You are playing a dangerous game.” I leaned closer. “Seven days.” His hand came carefully around my waist. “Seven days.” “Rest.” “Yes.” “Doctor’s orders.”

Yet at the same time I couldn’t stop myself, I flipped open the cover, my hungry eyes gazing at the pages before me. It was written in Latin, but luckily, I was proficient in my Latin being a warlock. The date on the very first page struck me right away, it was a mere year before Esther was made immortal. An event Esther has always been cagey about. I read the pages as quickly as I could, the author of the book was never mentioned by name, but Esther was. The Seven is something I had never heard of before, and part of me thought maybe this was a book of fiction, something I rejected immediately because if it was mere fiction Esther wouldn’t care about it enough, to put it in her trunk.

Lyra’s POV The Kane hated me for taking their real daughter’s place, so after they found her, they turned me into a scapegoat for something their real daughter did wrong and locked me away in an asylum. I thought I was finally free the day I was released—but they found me again, smiling as they claimed I was actually their true daughter after all. Eight hundred and forty-two days. That’s how long it had been since I last stood outside without someone watching me, waiting to drag me back inside and force more of those bitter pills down my throat.

"Honey, isn't it rude to leave your classmate standing there?" Quinn did not look back at me. "He's just a classmate I barely know. How could he be more important than you?" Tears fell before I could stop them, and the other passing employees watched my humiliation with scorn. Ten years of relationship, seven years apart, and a journey of more than 600 miles. All I got was "a classmate I barely know" in the end. There was still a message Quinn had sent three days ago on my phone. The text went: [Conrad, give me a little more time. Once my job is stable, we'll get married.]

His downfall is destined by the Gods. Pucha is weird! Does this mean Cayden will be defeated and fall? Eight months? Wait, that's almost here... Today is already the 7th month. But shit, this book is written like what? Years ago? Why am I affecting this book? And as it says here, mythology right? That means it's not true. Aish, why did I even read this? So I just closed the book and just looked at the front but my eyes just widened.